
Hi all. We are here and stuck in Jersey. The strike is on and this is what we flew--in an uncomfortable red-eye flight with a carry-on cat--to see. New York, so close, yet...

Our father toils with hands and heart
To make our lives complete.
He quietly braves the winter cold,
Endures the summer heat.
Our father's life is busy, but
There's always time for us.
He boldly faces the ups and downs
with each one of us.
Happy Birthday Papi!
I wish I could be there to share this special day with you. I hope you enjoy this little poem which I think fits who you are in all of our lives. I cant wait to celebrate this birthday with you--belately when we are all together this Christmas. Con mucho cariƱo, Christy

No Spamming the BLOG w/ Florida Yuck State crap! only gators allowed here!!
Christy